F.Y.M. + E78 = Me!

So yesterday I ran across a friend of Kristin's, who I watched grow up. As it turns out, she's now attending my alma mater, EIU. It made me insanely happy as I creeped through her Facebook photos looking at places I once frequented.

As I went through her photos, I felt like I was stepping back in time. A lot of her photos from high school were from Northwest's youth group. Then I came across the announcement videos from the same time period and it brought back so many memories.

I loved youth group beyond anything else in my life. I went on all the retreats, camps, conventions, Fine Arts trips and missions trips. I went through the leadership training and for a while, was considered a student leader.

My dream today is become a youth leader at a church and pay it forward. I had so many wonderful youth leaders that influenced me and shaped my spiritual journey. I want to be the same for those who follow behind me.

Sadly, I can't find any F.Y.M pictures to post so I apologize for that. That was back in ancient times when I had a film camera. When I started youth group, it was a change in leadership. The youth pastor had just become the head pastor at Northwest and for about a year, we didn't have a pastor. Then came Dave and Kristen March. A very wonderful, Godly couple who showed me that sticking to your faith and loving God is the key to living a full life.

Junior high and early high school were difficult for me but the March's helped me through it and were so supportive and caring. I didn't really fit in with the people my age at church (minus a few). They were normal and seemed confident and I felt like I had to be someone else around them. I was crazy (still am) and incredibly awkward. It was the typical self-conscious teen thing but I felt twice as awkward because of my leg. They were prettier, more popular, and were constantly changing boyfriends. I just didn't fit. But with the support of the March's, I discovered that I didn't need to try so hard.

I also got a lot of support from awesome leaders like Adeolu, Christine, Katie and Stephanie. Without them, I think I would have absolutely hated my life. I remember Katie being very proficient as the Carlton dance and entertaining us all at one youth retreat. Adeolu took some girls and I to lunch one day at California Pizza Kitchen. That's where I learned how to do the whole tequila shot thing with the salt and lime (minus the tequila). We thought we were super cool doing it with lemonade.

When Dave and Kristen left for Wisconsin, I was 16. They shaped who I am to this day. I loved God, loved life and could drive myself to all the youth group functions. I learned to embrace my leg and make fun of myself. For those of you who are curious, this is around the time of my infamous leg/prom alternative story. It fell off while we were at Navy Pier and my dad scared Dave to pieces upon returning to the church.

I had also found a wonderful group of friends where I didn't have to try. I became me. At the core, I'm still the same, crazy Alison I was 7 years ago. I still love God, love life and I can still drive myself everywhere. God had shown me who I was and a dream of the future. There was still change to be had though.

The new youth pastor arrived shortly before my senior year of high school. T.J. and Jill brought a name change and lots of new ideas. I wasn't used to change and wanted desperately to hang on to the past. He painted over the mural in the back of the youth room. We went from Fire Youth Ministries to Element 78 (which is platinum). T.J. taught me to embrace change. All the changes were made for the improvement of youth group and it made us stronger. Made me stronger. A lot of the youth leaders were only a year or two older than me and instead of being role models, they were friends.

Good Christian friends who believed in good Christian fun. And I have pictures!

Meet my youth leaders... getting high on helium

The funny story with this picture is James (the guy in the middle) passed out. I have a video of him fainting from inhaling too much helium. They were singing Christmas carols and wanted to sound like chipmunks. James got back up pretty quickly and kept singing.

Don't let my innocent smile fool you... I was hard core.

This photo was taken at winter retreat. We played sculpterades (which is a combo of charades and pictionary). I rocked hard core at this game and whenever it was my turn, it went to full contact sculpterades. I tackled one guy and ended up head butting another. After someone on your team got the right answer, you had to run to the center of the room, grab the bucket and run back to your team. At one point, I accidentally collided with James (the fainting one) and tossed the bucket to the other side of the room. Two words: hard core.

We got bored so we painted Peter instead.

Oscar (guy in the blue) and Monica (in the grey) had very loud personalities but Peter (the boy in the middle) is SUPER quiet. On our missions trip to Georgia, I volunteered to paint with them. It beat going outside in the hot Georgia sun. We, unfortunately, got assigned to the men's bathroom. It was gross. Even Oscar didn't want to go in. But we sucked it up and went in, scrubbed the walls and painted. However, the paint was the EXACT same color and we couldn't tell where we had painted. Peter is a very nice young man and obliged us when we joked about painting him because at least on him, we could tell where we had painted.

Although, there was the time the youth leaders put make up on one of boys who fell asleep in the van. Unlike Peter, he was not amused.

So on this Thanksgiving Eve, I want to thank my youth pastors and their wives. For the support, confidence, training and guidance. I wouldn't have survived high school. To my leaders, you set Godly examples for me to follow when I needed it most. You provided countless hours of amusement and prayed with me hundreds of times. You truly cared about me and gave me something to look forward to every week. To this day, my favorite day of the week is Wednesday because that's when I attended youth group. You truly made a difference in my life and I just wanted you to know.

And oddly enough, my blog name came from my time in youth group. When I started youth group, I was trying to be someone else but the people I met taught me that it was enough to simply be Alison.

P.S. I will be writing an actual Thanksgiving blog tomorrow. Please be safe during your travels!